Grandma's handsClapped in church on Sunday morningGrandma's handsPlayed a tambourine so wellGrandma's handsUsed to issue out a warningShe'd say, "Billy don't you run so fastMight fall on a piece of glass"Might be snakes there in that grass"Grandma's hands

Grandma's handsSoothed a local unwed motherGrandma's handsUsed to ache sometimes and swellGrandma's handsUsed to lift her face and tell her, "Baby, Grandma understandsThat you really love that manPut yourself in Jesus hands"Grandma's hands

Grandma's handsUsed to hand me piece of candyGrandma's handsPicked me up each time I fellGrandma's handsBoy, they really came in handyShe'd say, "Matty don' you whip that boyWhat you want to spank him for?He didn' drop no apple core"But I don't have Grandma anymore